Hello! I appreciate you stopping by Barking from the Bayou today. We had a rainy weekend, so instead of being on the computer during the massive lightning storms, we caught up on some great movies. If you haven’t seen Disney’s Frozen, it is awesome. I’ll admit to watching it twice. We also watched Heat with Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy. The two are great together and hilarious! Finally, we watched White House Down. It was intense, but it was also Tatum Channing so...haha! There wasn’t much mischief other than running in mud puddles after imaginary wild animals.
For the past couple of weeks, I have used Monday’s Mischief to recall some of the puppy hijinks we have been through over the years. Today’s post is about Tucker, our Golden Retriever. If you recall, my son trained him to carry dirty clothes to the laundry room. My husband and children gave Tucker to me for Mother’s Day 2001. He was an adorable bundle of gold fur. As any of you that are familiar with this breed know, they are one of the sweetest, most faithful dogs around. We called him our “Pocket Dog” because he was always as close as our back pocket. My kids referred to him as “The Golden Child” since I tended to spoil him…a lot!
As a puppy, he learned quickly and was always eager to be taught more. He did get into his fair share of mischief. It was the usual houseplant digging, gnawing on tables, chair legs, getting into the garbage, curious puppy trouble. The one thing that we couldn’t seem to break him of was his desire for glasses. I’m not talking about the drinking kind. Tucker ate expensive prescription eyeglasses.
He is guilty of destroying at least three, maybe four pairs of my son’s glasses.
My son wasn’t careless with his glasses. They stayed on his face until he went to bed at night. He had an eyeglass rest on his nightstand and that’s where they sat. Tucker knew that’s where he set them and would beat me into his boy’s room in the mornings. While I enjoyed a cup of coffee, Tucker enjoyed chewing up Dustin’s glasses. I’d hear, “Mom, Tucker Bear has my glasses!” When I would get to his bedroom door, Tucker was always looking so ashamed. Evidence of the destroyed glasses would be scattered around the floor.
We made a conscience effort never to put our glasses where he could get them. We started putting my son’s even higher and further back out of Tucker’s reach. He was still caught climbing up and stretching in an attempt for one more pair. I think he wanted to be a Seeing Eye dog and thought if he kept eating glasses that one of us would need him to guide us around everywhere. He never liked to be left at home.
The last pair that I remember him being able to reach was when he got big enough to counter surf. My husband had just gotten a new pair of glasses at around 4:30p.m. one day. He wore them for a few hours, and then took them off as the doctor advised. It’s a rough guess, but I’d can say with some certainty that by 7:45p.m. those brand new gasses were a pile of twisted metal. Over the years, we knew to always kept our glasses far from his mouth. I can
look back on all of Tucker’s mischief and smile. I miss him, his golden grin, and his 24-carat gold personality, eyeglass eater and all.
Snoopy’sDog Blog, Alfie’s Blog, and My Brown Newfies host Monday’s Mischief Blog Hop. All three have hilarious stories to share about their dogs. Be sure to stop by, get a laugh, and say hello to them. Then hop on around to these other mischievous bloggers. It’s Monday, you don’t want to do all of that paperwork anyway, and I won’t tell.
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